555 Days... The Continuation

Welcome to 555 Days as a Poet by The Crafty Scribe

Back in 2010, I challenged myself to write a poem or a short verse a day, and post it to a blog. 555 Days as a Poet by The Crafty Scribe is the continuation of the experiment.

I gave myself 18 months to recover from the original daily blog postings, and now, I am ready to start it all over again. Although as I was beginning in the middle of the year, I thought 6 months was too short a time after my last experience.

"If I could complete a year of poems, how about 18 months?" I thought. I worked out that would be 549 days. I could have rounded it up to 550 to included New Years Day 2014, but then I thought I'd go 5 better... to 555 days.

Why 555? According to many spiritual teachers, the number 555 is a sign of change and the flow of energy. I thought it related to the blog. I spent a year writing a poem every day, then rested for 18 months. Now the tide has turned. It's time to begin the flow of words in my life again.

I'm not a trained poet, just an enthusiastic scribe wanting to create something new each day. I don't truly know my stanza from my meter, but I hope to improve and get my poetic license someday! Expect the weird, the strange and the inner workings of the Crafty Scribe's mind. Let's ride the waves once more.

Please pass on the blog address to all your verse and lyrical loving friends. I hope you will join me, and read my daily scribbling.

Wednesday, 15 May 2013

"For You To Find" (Entry 310)

What was mine 
Was always yours. 
You knew that, 
If only you'd looked inside. 
I was yours to find. 

Easier than delving into a boiled egg,
Only thin shelled - never thick skinned. 
No tricky tongs or paring knives needed. 
Just me on the menu. 
Always yours to find. 

Always there, in the now. 
A present in the present.
If you'd ripped open the tissue paper
Of your own deceit and lies,
I was still there to find. 

You didn't want the trouble,
Too much effort, too much bother.
All deep breaths and sighs. 
Always something more important to do,
But I waited for you to find. 

I even pulled back the covers,
but still you didn't want to discover. 
I wasn't Everest or North Pole cold. 
Just ready for you to behold. 
No map needed for you to find. 

What is mine
Is mine. 
You never took the time
To find,
What could have been.
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